gentle

be gentle
with the insane

i/they
are terribly frightened

i
am lost,
abandoned,
wished dead
by my Mother,
by all the Universe,
trees
sky
earth

how wretched a mind
to cohabit

Oh Dearest,
be gentle today,
with your self,
and every soul who passed through
your mind,

every criminal,
corporation,
politician,
lover,
the most wretched
of the earth,

be gentle, honey

no agenda

how very miniscule the world is,
all the reaches of the stars
throughout all of time,
compared with one instant of stillness.

breathless,
no one comes
to go

no thing comes
to pass

no stair well,
no ladder,
to Heaven
nor to hell

without an agenda...
let this be, dear one,

that is all

let it be,

without an agenda...

that is all

the all encompassing truth,
where ever you look,
whatever direction
you can possibly imagine

God is...
prior to "you"

Get close to you

i don't know 

why geese fly south

why the north is cold 

or deserts hot

or cowboys are from the west

i only know

that everyone on this planet wants a rest

from weary travelers

of mind

so long on the road 

so long the caravans laden with boxes

promising

tomorrow will be better,

tomorrow,

down the road,

over there,

in HIS shoes,

or her body,

of if i had that face,

or that corporation's money,

or the military's power,

oh soldier, 

you do!

this universe 

within you

is your resting place

behind each symbol,

behind death and unfairness,

the most unfair bitter taste

in my mouth

is Heaven

look closely, dear One,

come very very close

to this mirror,

get as close as you possibly can,

every freckle, whisker, crevas.

magnify it, open it, take it apart

and see the

space

all it ever

wanted was the awareness of Love

it was your hiding place

from Love

now the cat IS

out of the bag.

The moment you see

your dearest Self wholly unharmed

by any condition ever

is the end of all illusion

the trick didn't work.

magic

is not reality

i don't need a black hat

to hug my bunny

she is already.

Only Love.

Look closely at every hiding place

and you will find it.

the perfect chair

Feel the kindness of the chair,
it cradles you,
cushions you,
supports your back,
insulates you from the cold of the floor,
absorbs the warmth of the sun for you

completely silent,
ever still

100% service
so willing
so humble
so patient

i will be still a lifetime,
i need be nothing but a chair,
not a flower, nor a bird, nor a cat, nor a roaring locomotive!

no, to be what i am
is the highest nobilitiy

to be
that which i am

for to be what i am not
is to surely fail

to step
one inch away
from what i am,
to set one eye on my brother's collar,
to desire one tiny hair

is death.

death at my own hand.

set your eye
on your own heart
feet, hands

feel the kindness
you are

be
the kindness
you are

the only life
there is

no one else's life
is yours

feel the kindness in this

you are in the perfect place,
time, space
body,
job
relationship
house
country

you are sitting in the perfect chair
for you

it makes perfect sense

anything else is non-sense

Kindness

Feel the kindness of the chair.

It's not inanimate.

Nothing could be more alive than Love.

Feel the kindness of the air,

the kindness of your skin,

of paper and pen.

Notice what it took to make the "pen"!

all the men and women,

oil,

factory... all the construction workers, materials, resources...

designers

ink

steel for spring

paper packaging, trees, water, sun, soil, earth

computer

trucks and truckers

store

shipping

accountants

to name a few...

no little thing,

"a pen", is it true?

or is it a Force,

a power of

collaboration

teamwork

service

truckstops and coffee and waitresses and laughter and jokes and gasoline and oil wells and rigs

and oceans and tankers and dolphins...and steel mills in "Indiana"...

a Force so powerful

all these seemingly "separate"

entities

never could possibly be separate

a Force so powerful,

one cell,

every single cell,

is the power

of the Whole

Kindness.

Perhaps the Answer is the very lowest, most humble cell--

the truth that all cells are equal under God,

all cells are love,

all cells are wholly serving.

There is not one cell who would be greater than another.

Only Love.

That dances

and dances

and dances

with no will of its own.

Where would this single cell go off to?

It's church is here.

It's church is now.

It's light is ON.

Feel the 

Kind-ness.

Love is The Answer

Love is the Master Teacher,
it is love that walks on water,
finds fish where there are none,
cuts the one loaf to feed a thousand.

one taste of true love
and the ground literally
rises up to carry you
the appointed way,
to the appointed people,
words,
wisdom

one taste of true love,
and the professor vanishes from sight,
no one to profess to,
no one you would make wrong,
only love on every face, tree, cloud,
and what can one possibly profess
to that which is beyond all words,
and beyond all limits

one taste of true love,
and all of time is undone

oh yes, friend,
Love is the Answer

one taste of true love
and there is nothing else
which can ever stand

love is the under-stand

Love is the Answer
to every question,
every problem,
every doubt,
every di-lemna,
every di-vergence.

Re-turn to Now,
to what you K now.

Love is the Answer.

a leaf

can you do what a leaf does,
for just a moment?

to let yourself be carried
by the flow

100%?

zero control

no paddles

no steering wheel

zero opposition

zero separate will

simply be carried

100%?

as you are already.

can you give up
taking credit
for any of it?